Why your lips
quiver, kissing a rose
before sunrise.
A serious question
seeks a simple answer.
Why did you live
inside me?
I don't believe in
myself. I will go
with the moon.
Just wanted to
know, how do we
die in sleep, when
body curls like a snake
to shed the skin.
I look at the world
pass by. None was
my grain.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Good write S.
Great writings😌
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